Blame the branch
There I was on a Saturday
Couldn't have been past ten
And there was Tarzan
Throwing Jane in the spring
And the branch
Caught her gown
Leaving her naked
Swimming around
I'd only seen such things
In the National Geographic's
Mr George would bring
Never before moving
I'm still trying to get over
That throwing Jane
In Wakulla Springs.
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